His cock is so hard, so thick, so long. It completely fills my mouth. It has a salty, delicious taste. I never thought I’d like the taste of cock. I’ve had sex before, but I’ve never had a cock in my mouth. Never before have I actually wanted it. But now I have this overwhelming desire in my body that just drives me towards his cock like a magnet, like nothing else in the world, like some incredible universal force.

“Oh yeah, Chloe,” grunts Dan. “You’re so hot, Chloe.”

I don’t know what happened to me, but today the shyness faded away from me, replaced only with lust, with serious desire for Dan and his hard muscular body and his thick cock.

My hand is around the base of his cock, and the rest is in my mouth. I’m bobbing my head up and down, my hair falling around him. My other hand is resting on his naked thigh, feeling his strong sinewy muscles there, so massive and so hot.

“Shit,” says Dan suddenly, sounding worried. “Chloe, Chloe.” He taps me on the shoulder and I reluctantly pull my head off his cock.

With a furiously fast motion, Dan is zipping up his pants, stowing his massive cock away with some difficulty, since it’s still rock hard.

“What is it?” I say, scanning the road through the windows.

Then I see it. It’s a car driving slowly towards us.

“Shit,” I say, suddenly my shyness and worry coming back to me.

“It’s OK,” says Dan, in a soothing voice. “It’s not the cops, and anyway they all like me, I think.”

The car gets closer and closer, driving slower and slower, but I still can’t see who the driver is and whether or not they’re looking at us.

“Shit,” says Dan, suddenly. “I recognize that car. It’s Mr. Bach.”

Oh shit, I think to myself. Mr. Bach was the strictest teacher at our high school.

“He always hated me,” says Dan.

The car is an ancient wood-paneled station wagon. It stops right at my car, the driver’s window rolling down.

Mr. Bach’s ancient mean head, with his pepper grey hair, sticks out of his windows.

“Don’t think I’m an idiot,” he says. I remember in high school he was always saying that. “Don’t think I don’t know what you two are up to.”

“Hi, Jim,” says Dan, jovially.

“It’s still Mr. Bach, to you, Dan,” says Mr. Bach. “Even if you have graduated from high school. Although I don’t know how you got out. What are you doing? Working in a car wash?”

“Scholarship to college,” says Dan, brightly and defiantly.

“You better get going,” says Mr. Bach. “I’m calling the cops now, and don’t think that they’re all your fans, Dan. Jimmy Gecker is an officer now, and he was one of my favorite students.”

“How’s old Jimmy doing?” says Dan, still smiling defiantly.

I groan inwardly. Jimmy Gecker was the biggest suck up ever, and he always loved getting everyone he could into trouble, no matter how minor the offense.

“I’d be driving along, if I were you, Ms. Parsons,” says Mr. Bach. Ugh, I can’t believe he remembers me. “And if I were you, I wouldn’t be hanging around with a low life like Dan. You were a good student, Ms. Parsons. Always quiet and obedient.”

He rolls his window up and I start the car again.

Dan gives me a grin.

“That wasn’t too bad,” he says.

But Mr. Bach and his old station wagon doesn’t leave it with that. Instead, he makes a U-turn and follows us all through the streets, no matter what route I take.

“Looks like he’s determined not to let us have any fun,” says Dan.

“I should be getting back to my dad, anyway,” I say, checking the car’s clock. “I need to give him his medicine.”

“Come on,” says Dan. “Let’s go somewhere. I’m sure we can lose this creep. You just might have to drive a little faster, that’s all. Can’t he take his medicine himself?”

I shake my head. “Sorry,” I say. “I’ve got to be there. I have to write it in the log and everything and he never does it on his own. I think he just wants to die.”

That puts a damper on the whole amorous mood of the car, for sure.

We drive silently through the streets.

“I still want to see you again,” says Dan, as I pull up to his house.

“I want to see you again, too,” I say.

I notice that his cock is still rock hard in his jeans, creating an unmistakably huge bulge.

“It seems like we keep getting interrupted,” says Dan, flashing me his famous smile, with all his teeth shining like the moon, but a sexy moon.

I know I’m not making sense to myself in my head, but his sexiness, his masculinity completely overwhelm me.

I feel my heart leaping out towards him, but there’s already a sadness here inside me.

After all, it seems like I can’t get away from sadness. First my mom died, and now my dad is certainly going to die.

This is fun, messing around with Dan like this, in the car. It hasn’t been since prom, when I was 18, that I did anything with a guy. It gives me an escape from my dreary life. After all, I work a dead end job, I’m not in college, and I’m caring for my grumpy, dying dad. I understand why he’s grumpy. He doesn’t have anything to look forward to.

Dan is my thing to look forward to, my thing to long for and dream of.

And he awakens parts of my body I didn’t even know I had.

But he’s headed back to college, hours away from me. He’s headed back to college, where he’s undoubtedly the king of the school, just like he was in high school.

If I were in college, too, would he even look at me? Would he even be interested in me?

How long can anything with him last, since we’re going to be hours apart, with such different lives?

I’ve followed his career ever since he left for college. It’s true, I’ve always had a crush on him. Every major sports paper says he’s bound for the pros.

What does that mean will become of us? He’s not going to take me with him on his crazy celebrity lifestyle in the pros, the one he’s bound to have, the one he’s headed for.

But why do I have to think so far into the future? We aren’t even an “us” yet, and I don’t know if that’s even going to happen.

“You still there, Chloe?” says Dan, laughing.

“Oh,” I say, as he startles me out of my cascading daydream thoughts. “Yeah.”

“Anyway,” says Dan. “If Glecker is a cop, we can’t rely on the cops giving us a free pass. And we keep getting interrupted. Why don’t we get a hotel? We’ll each sneak out at midnight, when everyone else is asleep.”

“A hotel?” I say.

I mean, I was just grabbing his cock, and I was just sucking on his cock. But a hotel means… we’re definitely going all the way.

As soon as I think of this, my body responds. I can already almost imagine what it will feel like to have his hard cock deep inside me.

“I’d love to,” I say, just as Dan’s parents appear at the door.

His mom comes over to the car, peering at me over her reading glasses.

“He’s not giving you a hard time, is he?” she says.

I shake my head and blush. “He’s been very gentlemanly.”

She scoffs. “I don’t believe it for a second,” she says, peering disapprovingly at her son.

“Tomorrow night,” mouths Dan at me as he disappears into the house.

I head back to my dad’s, and give him his medicine and make all the marks I need to on all his charts.

I frown as I look over the latest report by the doctor. My dad’s not doing well, and everything’s getting worse. In particular, his one remaining kidney is beginning to shut down. The doctor cautions in his written report that my dad might not have much time left at all.

He’s going to die. I’m going to lose him. I don’t know what I’ll do.

Tears start falling down my cheeks as I put away the dropper for one of my dad’s medicines, making sure to screw the top all the way back on.

“What’s the matter, Chloe?” says my dad, the gruffness momentarily gone from his voice.

“It’s nothing, Dad,” I say.

“Come on, Chloe,” he says. “You’re worried about me?”

“Yeah,” I say, sitting down next to him on the battered couch.

My dad switches off the TV.

“I’m sorry to watch so much of this garbage,” he says. “I just… I’m scared to, Chloe. I don’t want to face the end. I just want distraction.”

“Dad…” I say. “That’s horrible…”

My dad shrugs. “We all deal with death differently,” he says. “I’ve never been a very spiritual person. It is what it is. But, Chloe, and you’ve got to listen to me. I don’t want the same thing to happen to you. I don’t want you to live your life running away from things. If you want something, you’ve got to get it. Just go out and get it. Take life by the balls, if you’ll excuse the expression.”

But his expression makes me laugh, the laughter driving the tears away from my eyes.

My cell phone rings at me.

“It can wait,” I say.

“Get it,” says my dad. “Maybe it’s your new boyfriend.”

I give him a surprised look. How did he know I’m interested in Dan? My dad can be more perceptive than he seems, especially when he’s all grumpy and grumbling at everything.

My dad just winks at me.

“Go on,” he says. “Answer it.” He’s smiling at me. His face seems absent of any fear. For this moment, it seems that he doesn’t fear death.

I answer the phone without looking at it, sure that it’s Dan. My heart almost skips a beat when I think of Dan calling me. I can’t wait to talk to him, and greedily swipe my finger across the screen, answering it.

“Chloe? Is that you? Listen, it’s Tami. We’ve got a situation here.”

Tami, I think to myself, damnit. That’s about the furthest I could get from Dan. I groan inwardly, already knowing that she’s going to ask me to come in tomorrow, or even tonight if I’m really unlucky.

“Tim and John both called out,” she says. “I’m in a bind here, Chloe. Marge quit today without any notice. I need you to come in tomorrow. I’m covering tonight, but please, I need you to work all tomorrow.”

Marge? I didn’t even know there was someone named Marge who worked at the movie theater.

I want to tell Tami to go screw herself. I really do. She’s always pulling this garbage with me. The only reason people are quitting and calling out in droves is because she’s so mean and demanding.

But I need the money. I glance over at my dad.

His illness has made me much more practical, much more pragmatically minded. I know that once he’s gone, selling the house will pay off his medical debts and not much else. I’m going to be on my own and I’m going to need money if I don’t want to be on the street. And without a college degree, I’m going to have a hard time of getting a job that pays well.

I might as well save up all the money I can now.

“Fine,” I say. “I’ll be there for opening tomorrow.”

“And closing too?” says Tami, a pleading tone in her voice. But don’t be fooled. She can be nasty when she needs to.

I think of Dan, and our midnight rendezvous, realizing that I won’t be able to make it.

But I can tell him to wait for me, right?

“Sure,” I say. “I’ll be there, Tami. I’ll work the double shift.”

“Great,” says Tami. Now that she’s got what she wants from me, the semi-sweet pleading tones of her voice drop away and she simply hangs up the phone.

“Looks like I’ve got to work tomorrow,” I say. “All day.”

My dad’s gone back to his TV world, retreating into a place where he feels secure and safe, away from the world, where he can let his mind wander in this fantasy world.

“I’m going to bed,” I mumble and head up to my room.

I strip off my clothes. It’s chilly in the house, because we don’t want to waste money paying for heat, which has gotten much more expensive.

In my underwear, I crawl into bed, without changing into my pajamas. First, of course, I turn off the light.

My head on my pillow, I stare at the ceiling, and my thoughts turn to Dan, and the way his cock felt in my hand, and in my mouth.

I slip my hand under the elastic band of my underwear, and I feel myself. I’m ready for his cock right now. My breathing is going ragged.

In my mind’s eye, I picture what his cock looks like. I can’t wait to see his naked body, hard and muscular, right before me. I can’t wait to feel him on top of me, pressing his weight down onto me, pressing himself into me.

My breathing grows more ragged as I begin to orgasm, the pleasure washing through me. I want to moan out loud, but I keep my mouth closed, keeping my noises to myself as I squirm under the covers. The cold air feels good and calming on my face, and when the pleasure fades away from me, I pull the covers back to cool off a little.